Yukmouth - Mob Business lyrics

(Verse 1) I'll handle you n***as with cannibal weapons Hanibal Lector, put a ham sandwich in this nan your scepter Ain't no referees we leave them breathless Swiss cheese I'm seeds then we eat them for breakfast Young and we restless, trying to make my ex set out the business In the kitchen, I'ma k** us Screaming what's the business, I spit it 'cause I live it I talked it 'cause I walked it on these real n***as feelings Ready for your coffin it's mob business we mob figures Ain't no chucking the diamond dog we rob n***as No joking or hoping god forgive us But I'm willing to die for my n***as (Hook) x2 It ain't no business, like mob business My familiar first jet flying cigar clipping sponsored links Hussle in the rain and I did it with my n******gs Wouldn't change sh** rap about it 'cause I live it (verse 2) I close my eyes and envision my next move Smooth as a swipper of a rollie hand, napolian dynamite All of my signifying monkey feet Never step on my toes I'm never slick When I'm asleep, third eye , six sense buzzing , I'm ill cousin My watch face make eyes watered like peel onions While you was peeling bananas I peel hundreds And invested in my future take over like it's nothing Big prone girl on the front it's a crow woman You don't feel how I feel I'm stroking like feel drumming Clearance called I declare this a holiday Peel a n***a for you the 40 blew off his face (Hook) x2 It ain't no business, like mob business My familiar first jet flying cigar clipping Hussle in the rain and I did it with my n******gs Wouldn't change sh** rap about it 'cause I live it (Verse 3) I'm talking Benny Hundred sushi OG like tooki Felucci, polo horses rode the riches like cougi f** cougi b**h n***a this gucci maseratti blaze Chopping like Bruce Lee it's a movie Way fair I got more sipping Louie I'm married to that white girl like Ricki Bacardi , I love lucy My uzzi the way I turn I keep it thriller than Bun It's man season I'm moving that AZ like the tons I'm like Bunz the belly stacking the ones Riding 600 with twin guns like Big Pun n***a Right in the middle of little Italy , little did we know Any riddle, the middle man y'all keep you k**ing me (Hook) x2 It ain't no business, like mob business My familiar first jet flying cigar clipping Hussle in the rain and I did it with my n******gs Wouldn't change sh** rap about it 'cause I live it